"Childe wants to kill me" Nangong Xie thought sadly in his heart, raise his sword to block, or take the road and escape, he didn't want to do these two ways to save his life, he had been following Zi Nan from Tianwu to Nangong Evil in Misty City, between life and death, the only thing he did was to gently say to Zi Nan: "Cherish"

Zi Nanli, who had already risen into the air, was holding a long knife high as if he was splitting Huashan Mountain, and his strange figure flashed away.

"Be careful" There were two urgent exclamations from behind Nangong Evil, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at a burly barbarian soldier who was slashing at him viciously.

It's just that this barbarian seems to be petrified at this moment, and the big knife never falls on his head.

A cautious sound of flesh and bones breaking slowly came, and the barbarian soldier actually split in half in front of Nangong Evil's eyes.

And behind the barbarian, there was Zi Nanli, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and the big knife in his Nanli banner had been stained crimson with blood.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and send these barbarians away" Zi Nanli had already arrived at the pestle, took a few breaths, and then said to the three of them angrily.

It seems that the sword he used to snatch just now was not going to Nangong Evil in the first place.

After the three of them were stunned for a moment, Wu Jiuxian immediately roared, picked up the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards those barbarians.

Nie Zhicheng glanced at Nangong Xie slightly, the latter shook his head lightly, and Nie Zhicheng also danced the long sword in his hand, killing those barbarians.

Nangong Evil, who had been hovering on the edge of life and death, glanced at Zi Nanli, he had a lot to say in his heart, but when he saw Zi Nanli's slightly pale face, he couldn't say anything.

"Childe...... Be careful," Nangong Xie whispered to Zi Nanli.

After speaking, he looked at the position of those barbarian soldiers, waved the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, his eyes were fixed, and he rushed over with a murderous aura.

It's just that before he could run a few steps, he heard Zi Nanli behind him shouting loudly: "Ah Evil...... Thank you."

Nangong Xie was stunned slightly, he wanted to go back and say something, but in the end he held back, and now it is important to get rid of these barbarians who are eyesore.

Zi Nanli was trembling and panting, and when Nangong Evil and a few people rushed over to fight those barbarians to the death, he couldn't suppress the trembling of his body completely.

A desperate fight with the barbarian soldier actually exhausted the strength of his whole body, especially after finally using that ingenious work, his sea of consciousness was filled with lingering killing thoughts.

It seems that only by letting the long knife in his hand drink up the blood can he soothe the boundless anger in his heart.

If it weren't for Nangong Evil's cherished voice, he suddenly remembered that Zhuo Qianfan, the Zhuo Commander who still left an afterimage in his body even after leaving, and at the critical moment, he was the Zhuo Commander who did not harm the full force.

I'm afraid that he has split Nangong Evil in half at this moment, and it is the first time he has encountered such an emotional out-of-control, or even a loss of consciousness.

The reason he could think of for the first time when he was so upset was the yang magic lamp in his body.

Just as he wanted to try to contact Meng Shuya lurking in his body, suddenly his eyes flickered, he seemed to be in the Yaoling City again, but at this moment he was not in the Nine Realms Wanshi Palace, but on the white jade platform outside the main hall.

A slightly quaint wooden tower emerges at a glance, the dragon carved on the green tile and red pillar is carved with the phoenix, on the mahogany gate of that layer, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances and writes the three big characters of the tower of worship.

At this moment, a red light and shadow floated towards the wooden tower from the sky.

In the red light and shadow, it was the barbarian who had just fought with him, the mahogany door slowly opened, and it was pitch black inside, Zi Nanli was about to take a fixed look, and the red light and shadow let out a long scream, "whoosh", and flew into the wooden door.

Inside the dark wooden door, there was a sudden light, Zi Nan was away from his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and looked around, where was there any ancient tower, he was still on the head of the city.

"Was the previous one all hallucinations?" He was secretly thinking in his heart, in the barbarian body under his feet, another red light and shadow slowly flew out, this time he saw the real thing, in the red shadow, it was the face of this barbarian.

The red light and shadow wandered in the air for a while, as if looking for something, and before long, the red light and shadow flew towards the north, but at this time, the mutation suddenly appeared, and the red shadow had not flown far away, and suddenly let out a terrible strange scream.

The whole red shadow rushed towards his chest, and he couldn't do anything about it as he watched the light and shadow sink into his chest.

When the red light and shadow rushed towards him, he seemed to be frozen all over, and he couldn't even exert half of his strength.

"At the beginning of ancient times, whoever preached, sacrificed to God through the ages, and who enlightened first"

Once in the Ying Spirit Realm, there was an old voice in the Tribute Courtyard, which tortured him to death with the first half of Fang Cai's words, and then these words suddenly sounded in his ears, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

It's just that this time, his chest is not as burning as the pain in the past, but there is a warm current surging all over his body, and the whole body that was trembling because of exhaustion of strength before is now full of old officials, and even the several painful wounds on his face that were violently beaten by the barbarians seem to have healed.

Zi Nanli opened his mouth and was stunned on the spot, "Could it be that what kind of sacrificial pagoda I saw before was really that?"

He thought anxiously in his heart, Meng Shuya had indeed mentioned this name in the Nine Realms Wanshi Palace, but compared to the War General Camp, the Divine Machine Pavilion, these pavilions on the Yunhai Qinglan, this Sacrifice God Tower was the only building that the woman who called herself the wick had not made any explanation.

What is the purpose of this quaint wooden pagoda? Why does it suck the souls of those barbarians? How could he have a strange feeling of comfort after the light and shadow submerged into his chest.

At this moment, on the Pingwu Gate, the tragic war is still going on, whether it is the barbarians or the Imperial Northern Army, they are all fighting to put the other party to death, and Zi Nanli has been in a half-kneeling posture as if he had died in battle.

On this Shura-like battlefield, everyone will notice his strangeness, and only the three of them will try their best to lead the barbarians in the opposite direction of Zi Nanli.

The Nanli Banner Envoy of the Tianwu Empire remained on his knees like this until the end of the war.

The barbarians who rushed to the Pingwu Gate were outnumbered after all After losing foreign aid, the fierce soldiers did not have endless strength to fight for their lives, and this battle ended with the tragic victory of Gandhara.

The faint green ghost fire outside the city is still raging, these green flames that divide the barbarian army into two are transported from Shanli early in the day, the ghost fire is ruthless, burning the sky and the earth, this should have been used in the red fog fortress, but when the seven thousand imperial northern troops on the Pingwu Gate chose to die with the barbarian vanguard.

Wei Hougao had to change his mind, believing that his marshal would be able to understand his suffering, although he had never appeared in Pingwumen since he was separated from him.

The horn of the barbarian retreat finally came slowly, and the people who were still alive on the Pingwu Gate did not cheer or rejoice, but only the numbness of silently bandaging their wounds, and the lingering exhaustion.

The barbarians outside the ghost fire watched the barbarians at the head of the city disappear before slowly retreating.

The cold smell without a trace of humanity seemed to float in the long sky and drifted into this misty city.

At this moment, whether it was the people at the head of the city, or the strong men who had already lost more than half of them, finally understood what Wei Hougao said.

The barbarians have no mercy, no sympathy, they are so ruthless to their kindred, so how can they be merciful to these aliens.

After despair, the people swelled up in their hearts with an almost crazy desire to survive, and this time there was no need for the Imperial Northern Army to direct these people how to defend the city.

The uninjured people hurried down the city, and rushed to the arsenal as soon as possible, forgetting to return arrows, Xuantian thunder, mountain axes, crossbows, as well as gold juice, spears, iron shields, and all the instruments that could stop the barbarians from attacking the city, all of which were transported to the city by these people.

Since the barbarians did not want them to live, they wanted these barbarians to die.

Wei Hou Gaocai, who was looking at all this in front of him, let out a long breath, and at this moment, he felt that there was hope to defend this Pingwu Gate.

At this time, the preparations no longer need him to worry too much, he has other things that need to be dealt with urgently, the noble prince of the Tianwu Kingdom, the key person who can change the pattern of Tianwu and Jiandra.

He cast his gaze far away, and after a while, he found Zi Nanli's figure in the northwest corner of the city wall.

He slowly paced to Zi Nanli's side, first glancing at the three men around him.

"These three people should be his guards", Wei Hou Gao said secretly in his heart.

"I'm going to talk to you alone," Wei Hougao said in an unquestionable tone.

Nangong Xie and Nie Zhucheng both frowned, these words sounded familiar, and some people in the Great Realm Hall had also said this to them, but the ending that time was very bad.

Wu Jiuxian took a step with an expressionless face, and suddenly blocked between Wei Hou Gao and Zi Nanli.

"You'd better get out of the way," Wei Hougao said in a flat tone.

Wu Jiuxian grabbed the long sword in his hand, Nie Zhucheng threw a look at Nangong Evil, and the two of them immediately stared at the banner of the Imperial Northern Army.

"Hmph" Wei Hou snorted coldly, it seemed that he didn't teach these three guys a lesson, they still thought that they were in the Tianwu Kingdom.

When his right hand just grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, Zi Nanli, who had been half-kneeling on the ground like a clay carving, finally opened his mouth.

"It's okay, you guys go down"

"Childe ......" Nangong Xie looked anxious.

It's just that he saw Zi Nanli shook his head slightly, and slowly stood up, Zi Nanli, who was obviously fourteen years old, seemed to have grown up and become more and more all of a sudden, and his face was mature and tenacious that he had never seen before.

"He can't beat me, don't worry," Zi Nanli said with a smile.

Although he still looks like a hippie smile, there is a serious meaning in his eyes.